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Rome never looks where she treads
Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads
And Rome never heeds when we call

Her sentries pass on, that is all
And we gather behind them in hordes
And plot to reconquer their wall
With only our tongues for our swords

For we are the little folk, we
Too little to love or to hate
Leave us alone and you'll see
How we...

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